Chapter Eleven
It was half-past three in the morning before Rafferty got home. A quick call to Ma confirmed that Abra was still in labour, for which mercy he thanked God. Not that he’d wanted her to be labouring so long. He just hoped it helped her to forget his failure to keep his promise.
No chance.
He picked up his car from the airport car park, as by now he reckoned the brandies were well out of his system. He was halfway home, thinking he’d have time for a quick shower and shave before he went to the hospital, when Ma rang back. He put it on hands-free before he answered it. ‘Ma?’
‘You’ll want to do your boy racer driving now.’
His heart gave a lurch. ‘Why? Is she having it now? Really?’
‘It surely won’t be long. I speak as one who’s got the tea towel.’
‘Okay, Ma. I’m about thi
